I saw that Yang Ling broke the armor of all the soldiers as soon as he made a move, and the other party was so frightened that he retreated again and again, looking at him with a look of jealousy, and no one dared to make a move.

"That's okay!"

Yang Ling mainly saw that the sect leader couldn't break through the opponent's defense, and it wasn't that he couldn't resist, so he stepped in to help her.

Leng Qingqing was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted, and glanced at him with a somewhat strange expression.

Why don't you stop stabbing an inch, and how good they turned out, co-authoring just to do us a big favor and not solve the trouble?

"Amitabha, the little benefactor is really a man of temperament!"

Look, even Shitai can't stand it...... Leng Qingqing couldn't help but think in her heart.

Fu Jingqing was tired of dealing with the strange secret weapon of the Tang Sect, and when he saw that Yang Ling appeared on the other side and stabilized the situation, he was angry and annoyed in his heart.

"Dare to be distracted!"

When Tang Zijing saw Fu Jingqing swinging his sword to resist, he actually dared to look away, as if he had been greatly insulted, he waved his sleeves, and flew out of the pocket quiver on his wrist Seven silver needles flew out in his hand, and flew out in a wonderful way.

Fu Jingqing's heart suddenly froze, only to feel a murderous force arise spontaneously, and immediately looked ahead, only to see that under the reflection of the scorching sun, a trace of silver light appeared in the air, which was fleeting, and immediately turned over to avoid it, and at the same time waved his sword in front of him to resist.

However, he couldn't hear the sound of the silver needle shooting, only a faint qi machine, so he waved his sword indiscriminately, and heard the sound twice, but he was lucky enough to block the silver needle hidden weapon that shot diagonally from the side.

"Good luck for you!"

Tang Zijing snorted coldly, and immediately ordered the rest of the disciples: "Lie the Nine Palaces Qimen Array!" ”

What!

Upon hearing this, Fu Jingqing was directly dumbfounded.

It is widely rumored on the rivers and lakes that the Tang Gate is covered with a nine-palace gossip formation, which is made of stone bricks and bricks, and the entire Tang Gate fortress is turned into a part of the formation, and the formation is divided into organs, poisonous barriers, gunpowder, and maze four systems in one, extremely strong, it is said that 100,000 elite soldiers are coming, and they must not come out, and most of them will be lost, which is the highest essence of Qimen spells, and no one can break it for hundreds of years.

And the formation of the Tang Sect is also famous, under the continuous evolution of the main array, the formation of the disciples of the Xuanmen method, coupled with the unique secret weapon technique, is a big killing weapon in the world.

Therefore, as soon as he heard that the other party was going to use the most powerful formation method, Fu Jingqing's whole person was so frightened that his soul was scared, and Shicai's silent silver needle secret weapon almost made him hate, and at this moment he came with a more powerful move, which called him how to resist.

The choice between life and death made him decisively choose the former.

"Old farmer, come and help me!"

Anyway, he didn't have the face to ask Yang Ling for help, after all, Dong Zijing went to intercept and kill the people of the Qinglian Sect because he was ordered by himself, and there was already a grudge between the two factions, which was difficult to resolve.

……

On the other side, Jin Wuliang used his own cultivation of the unique internal strength of the flame technique to fight against Vilu Shaya, his body was full of momentum, and with a wave of his palm, a wave of heat hit, which was an authentic pure yang internal force.

Virujaya tentatively slapped the other party, only to feel that the palm of the palm quickly burned, as if it was a soldering iron, but fortunately, the true qi protected the body, and did not let him be burned by the other party's pure yang internal force.

Two powerful True Qi slammed together, flying sand and stones, and the qi swept out.

Virujaya took a step back, the soles of his feet sank to the ground by more than an inch, and he suddenly shouted, and the internal force of his whole body gushed out, and the momentum of the surge was like a tide, which suddenly overshadowed the momentum of the other party, and pushed forward with both palms, shaking Jin Wuliang back again and again, and the qi and blood were surging.

Just as Virujaya was about to take advantage of the victory to pursue, he was stopped by a sword that stabbed in the air and retreated.

"Demon monk, return my disciple's life!"

Lin Yuanda scolded angrily, the Lin family's swordsmanship was displayed, and he swung it out with a very fast sword momentum, and the sword shadow in the sky stagnated in the void, and then stabbed out, as if there were more than a dozen swords stabbed at the same time, dazzling and dazzling, the killing machine was hidden, making people feel cramped.

"What a magic sword!"

Vilu Jaya has long been fascinated by the martial arts of the Central Plains, and when he was far away in Tibet, he studied the martial arts of the various sects and factions in the Central Plains, which naturally included the swordsmanship of the Lin family.

I saw that his right arm suddenly clenched into a fist, waving the long monk's robe, and the internal force was drumming, stretching it open, and the flying palm poked out, and between the swings of his arm, the monk's robe blocked all the sword shadows in the sky.

The internal force is attached to the monk's robe, making it soft and soft, and when the long sword stabs it, it has already dissolved the strength of the force by sinking a few points, even if it can't hurt him, and it can't break the monk's robe.

It is not as powerful as Yang Ling, the latter's sword is so powerful, it will hurt when it is rubbed, and the invisible sword qi is particularly terrifying, so Vilu Shaya does not dare to use this method to deal with him, and can only use his robe to make false moves, and dare not resist.

Lin Yuanda took out dozens of swords in a row, no matter whether it was slashing and picking thorns, he couldn't break the opponent's monk's robe, but instead consumed a lot of internal force for no reason, and suddenly his forehead was covered with sweat, and he retreated backwards again and again.

This method is similar to Shaolin's robe, and he can't crack it.

At this time, Jin Wuliang had already recovered his breath, and seeing that Lin Yuanda was frustrated, he immediately rushed forward with an arrow and smashed his fist into the monk's robe that was like a ball.

Until his long fist slammed into the monk's robe, suddenly a suction force wrapped around his arm, and then the monk's robe rotated and wrapped his right arm, and his fierce fist power was all poured on the ownerless monk's robe, and at this moment, Virujaya's figure was also revealed.

His hand grabbed the other end of the monk's robe and pulled it back, and Jin Wuliang was involuntarily pulled forward by this huge force.

Jin Wuliang hurriedly threw his left fist and attacked the opponent's door.

I saw Virujaya's figure flash in front of him like a ghost, and the monk's robe in his hand waved and entangled, and then tied his left arm and right arm together, tied his hands, and smirked and waved a palm on his chest.

The palm power came out of the body, Jin Wuliang bowed, the robe on his back was torn, and a black palm print appeared on the vest, which was suddenly like falling into an ice cave, and the cold air entered the body.

When Lin Yuanda saw this scene, he was immediately shocked: "The Ice Spirit Divine Palm of the Kunlun Sect!" ”

"Good eyesight."

Virujaya laughed, kicked Jin Wuliang out with a flying kick, and the internal force in his hand was discharged, and the monk's robe immediately turned into an ordinary cloth robe, which was easily removed by him, and his arms were stretched out and put back on his body.

Seeing this, Lin Yuanda dared to rush forward and stretched out his hand to take Jin Wuliang, but he was shocked back again and again by the dark energy coming from the other party, leaving deep footprints on the ground with every step.

Forcibly stabilized his body and put Jin Wuliang down.

Seeing that his face immediately turned pale, a thin layer of frost adhered to his beard, and his body temperature plummeted.

"Old farmer, you ......"

Lin Yuanda didn't know what to do for a while, the Ice Spirit Divine Palm was dark and strong, and when it entered the body, the cold ice qi would imprint a palm print on the vest, constantly eroding the limbs and hundreds of remains, until the blood condensed and died, which was very vicious.

Jin Wuliang convulsed for a moment, exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, and then said slowly: "The master of the Lin family waited for me to stop this monk for a moment, the old man himself cultivated pure yang internal strength, this cold poison can only hurt me for a while, and I will help you after I resolve it!" ”

"Good!"

Lin Yuanda saw that he could dissolve the cold poison of the Ice Spirit Divine Palm, and his heart was a little calm, and he hurriedly raised his sword to resist Vilu Shaye for him for a moment, and at the same time began to be afraid in his heart, the other party has a lot of martial arts, not only Shaolin's several martial arts, but even the Kunlun faction's Ice Spirit Divine Palm, it is difficult to guarantee that there are other martial arts, when the sword is released, it has left three points of spare strength in case of accidents.

But with all his strength, he is difficult to be the opponent of the other party, and if he still has strength left at the moment, he is even more invincible, and he soon falls below.

At this time, Fu Jingqing's cry for help came again, and he suddenly felt that his head was big!

The corners of Jin Wuliang's mouth twitched, if it weren't for the moment of luck, otherwise he would have to jump up and scold the other party.

In addition to these three parties, Li Yanjiang is also in a bitter battle against the fat and thin with flexible upper body methods, and it is difficult to distinguish between superior and inferior within hundreds of moves, let alone winning or losing.

And the other party's martial arts are so secretive that he has never heard of it, and he is afraid that the probability of defeat is greater than the probability of winning.

There are a total of thirteen moves in the thirteen swords of the Divine Gate, although each move is different, but the stabbing place is all the Shenmen points of the enemy's wrist, but the opponent's body method is far better than him, no matter how strong the move can not hit the person, it is useless.

On the other side, Lu Songnian's own martial arts did not reach the top ranks, if it weren't for the small hidden weapon arranged on his body, he would have been defeated at this moment, but if he continued like this, he couldn't hold on to ten moves, as if he wanted to hate on the spot.

The thin monk's face was cruel and hateful, and his moves were also very vicious, without the slightest compassion of the monks, and his moves went straight to Lu Songnian's key point and vowed to kill him.

After Lu Songnian was tired and supported a few moves, he hurriedly opened his mouth to ask Yang Ling for help.

"Yang Shaoxia, please help me!"

Yang Linggang helped Leng Qingqing solve the problem of not being able to break the armor, and now when he heard Lu Songnian's shout, he immediately rushed forward to help, he was not disgusted by this person, so he was willing to help.

But forget about Fu Jingqing, his subordinates killed the disciples of the Qinglian Sect, and he can still distinguish this grievance.

Yang Ling saw that the other party did not use a blade, so he put his long sword aside very morally, and a long fist blasted out, colliding with the opponent's claw skills.

Danba only felt as if his five claws were grasping on a piece of fine iron, and he couldn't move an inch, and then a huge force struck and knocked him away.

Yang Ling stood with his hands closed, looked at Lu Songnian and said, "Master Lu, leave this person to me!" ”

"Okay, there's Lao Yang Shaoxia!"

Lu Songnian knew that he was not the opponent of the thin monk, so he retreated decisively.

Yang Ling stared at the thin monk, suddenly burst out, both fists attacked, each punch had a force of hundreds of catties, the tiger and the tiger were windy, before the person arrived, the fist wind invaded the front door, and the cheeks hurt.

The thin monk bullied himself with the snake technique, constantly dodging the opponent's fist, clasped his hands in front of him, and siphoned up and down, locking Yang Ling's arms three inches in front of his chest, and the boneless arms contracted suddenly, like a python stalking its prey, to struggle his arms......